Sirius smiled as she told him she'd got a boyfriend. Too bad, game over. He'd probably have stood a chance if she'd been single. But since she couldn't even look him in the eye, she'd be impervious to flirting with boyfriend firmly in her mind.
"He's a lucky man," Sirius said, turning as the red-haired woman spoke. He winked at her "I do! Well ladies, enjoy your drinks."
Ah well, it had been a long shot anyway. Sirius inclined his head in lieu of a bow, and turned away. He wasn't giving up hope of a drink yet though, Sirius Black had more to rely on than flirting!
He found himself a few middle aged wizards and went over to their table. They had a brief chat about the quidditch match on later that day, a conversation Sirius had to bluff his way through as he had no idea of the quidditch leagues in this year.
"I'll make you a bet," he told one of the older wizards after a moment, "I bet you a knut I can drink your pint without touching it, no magic, no straw, no feet. No one else will hold it for me." There was brief conversation whilst they reviewed this bet, clearly more for the principle than the loss of a knut.
Sirius smiled innocently, eyeing the pint of beer.
"All right then. No magic," the wizard said, looking smug.
Sirius picked up the pint and downed it, placing a knut on the table once the glass was empty.
"You win," he said with a smile. The wizards friends laughed loudly and slapped their friend on the back, apparently delighted by this. Sirius returned to Dora at their table, grinning.